The Distant Summer

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The foreclosure notice lay on the kitchen table, its edges curling slightly in the damp air, the bank’s logo printed in a sterile, corporate red that seemed to bleed into the wood grain. Elias Thorne stared at the document, the numbers blurring as his vision swam, his hand hovering over the signature line as if it were a live wire. He was forty-two years old, and the house that had housed three...

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